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plainest and most ordinary of country houses, 

 in which lived the plainest of country people, 

 with no dream of fame, or of much else, j)er- 

 haps, beyond the day's work and the day's 

 ration. Then comes Bragg retreating before 

 Rosecrans, who is manoeuvring him out of 

 Tennessee. Here the Confederate leader 

 turns upon his pursuers. Here he — or ra- 

 ther, one of his subordinates — wins a great 

 victory, which nevertheless, as a Southern 

 historian says, " sealed the fate of the 

 Southern Confederacy." Now the farmers 

 are gone, but their names remain; and as 

 long as the national government endures, 

 pilgrims from far and near will come to 

 walk over the historic acres. " This is the 

 Dyer house," they will say, " and this is 

 the Kelly house, and this is the Snodgrass 

 house." So Fame catches up a chance 

 favorite, and consigns the rest to oblivion. 



My first visit to Chickamauga left so 

 pleasant a taste that only two days afterward 

 I repeated it. In particular I remembered 

 my midday rest among the treetops, and my 

 glimpse of the blue-winged warbler. It 

 would be worth a day of my vacation to idle 

 away another noon so agreeably, and hear 



